“People change all the time and forget to tell each other.” Lillian Gershwin

 

If you doubt that change happens, dig me in 1976 {see picture.} Change is a marvelous thing to celebrate. Acknowledging growth helps us to keep on growing. Taking stock of the leagues you’ve traveled is especially useful for those of us who drive ourselves so hard to be… whatever we’re craving to be.

: I used to have glasses. And then I had lazer eye surgery.

: I used to believe in soul mates, in “The One.” And then I learned that “The One” is “The One” because you say he is.

: I used to be angry and didn’t know why. Now I’m righteous but happy.

: In my twenties I WILLED it to happen. Now I allow it to happen.

: I used to need ritual. Now I just want the peace that lies beyond structure, even ritual.

: I no longer care if you don’t agree with me. My heart is softer. I have room for more opinions than my own.

: I used to think I had to earn my keep, sing for my supper. Now I follow my bliss and the feast finds me.

: I used to ’round up’, adding a little glow to the story here ‘n there. Now I relish the weightless cleanliness of precise and plain communication–which can still be done poetically.

And the list goes on… evolution is always spiraling outward, upward, seeking its own creative edge. Ducklings turn into swans. Feminists turn into humanists. Hearts heal. The narrow expands. There’s much to celebrate.